Post by bombora on Jul 16, 2020 0:28:38 GMT -6
Thievingstar's paranoia had cast a large shadow over ThistleClan's coniferous forest. Having lost two warriors and a life of her own after a rogue encounter, Thievingstar enforced a mandatory curfew. Graygaze didn't mind more time for shut-eye, but he was slightly bothered that it wasn't of his own volition. The korat presumed that their leader desired to know the whereabouts of her clanmates at all times. She was trying to hold a beehive on the verge of dropping. Graygaze didn't envy her position. The warrior had led his life by his own code. He couldn't imagine holding others to his standard, nor did he want to. Graygaze couldn't bury his vexed expression when he was assigned an apprentice a few days after the rogue attack. Whoever they were, they'd inevitably make his patrols longer, take time to train... make mistakes.
Tigerpaw would almost certainly be a thorn in his side. She was a tabby with something to prove - thought she was special. Firfoot or Thievingstar made a mistake in assigning the pair to each other. Graygaze despised kits who believed they were the toughest of the litter. They all wanted to fight and skip the boring parts. Prowling around a bent tree to strike a bird before it took flight or sitting for hours on end to kill one fish wasn't what legends were made of. Graygaze had made up his mind about her before he'd even spoken to the newly-made apprentice. She wasn't worth his time. He didn't have to train her if he didn't want to. He was going to make that abundantly clear.
The gray arbiter of lethargy was aroused from his slumber after all the other warriors and apprentices went out on patrol. He left his tunnel with a yawn, took time to stretch, then exited the den he'd buried so long ago. For a moment, he was confused as to why two giant amber eyes were staring at him expectantly. Then, as if suddenly afflicted with catmint, his eyes lidded and he let out a begrudged sigh.
"Right... Tigerkit-paw! Tigerpaw, right." He stumbled over his mews carelessly. "Just run thirty times around the thorn barrier outside camp. Endurance is important."
"You deaf? Start running."
credit to nat of adoxography.